It's Only Temporary (Sherlock fanfic)

Chapter 1 • My First Night

I sighed. Just in front of me stood the large apartment building that I will be living at for a while. I was scared, honestly. This was my first day living on my own. Not sure if I'm ready for this.

The busy traffic behind me on the corner of Blandford and Baker Street was very obnoxious, but I guess I'm going to have to live with that from now on. Especially all of the bright lights. I'm really surprised that it would be this busy at midnight, but the bars and clubs need business too, right?

The taxi driver set my last bag on the pavement beside me. He gave a grunt and bended back. I heard a few pops that kind of grossed me out.

I looked over at him with a kind smile. "Thank you so much," I laughed. I handed him some extra money for helping me with my bags. He waved it away.

"No need," he chuckled. I watched his large mustache turn upright.

"Please, I insist!"

"No, no! You will need this money for this city. First time?" he asked. The man walked over and shut the trunk before standing next to me.

I pulled a piece of my hair behind my ear. "Kind of," I replied sheepishly. It was a little embarrassing.

He chuckled. "Well, a word of advice; don't try and immediate our accent. Some people don't take it lightly! But I do hope that you have a swell time here, miss!" I thanked the taxi driver once more before he departed back into the city.

Upon looking back up at my apartment building. I heard very loud music coming from inside. I am not looking forward to this.

I opened the first door to the building and brought in each of my seven bags, two-by-two to make it a lot easier on myself. There was a very strong bass that was making the floor and the door vibrate. It struck up my curiosity a bit. I was hoping that it wasn't coming from my apartment. Of course, I don't know my new roommate at all, or her name. Just a picture of her in the letters she's sent me.

With all of my bags off of the street, I grabbed two of the lightest bags up the several flights of stairs I would have to climb up. My apartment was 503E, meaning I would have to climb up five flights and walk two doors down a hall. At least that's what the paper said.

I walked into the door to my level and I was met with this pleasant smell coming at me like a cloud. Who am I kidding, it was a cloud! And I immediately knew that it was smoke. Cigarette smoke. And lots of it. I coughed with how thick it was. This is definitely something I am not looking forward to. I just decided to set my bags to the side of my apartment door before I opened it, which made the cloud even thicker.

Bodies everywhere were jumping up and down and dancing against another as I entered through my apartment door on the letter I received from my new roommate a few weeks in advance. A lot of girls were whipping their hair and riding up against handsome men. Drinks were held up and drank continuously. Bottles of various alcohol were being chugged by women mostly. Men would drink from some of the ones that beautiful women would take a swig from. It was disgusting. Some girls were trying to sing along to the song being blasted through the speakers by the fireplace.

A small DJ stand was next to them along with a few poles with lights attached. Balls of colored light spun on a platform of some sort that was plugged into walls.

I felt a hand aggressively grab my shoulder. I spun on my heels to see a girl I had seen in the letter. This must be my roommate.

She had on a tight, white, trashy crop top and wore high-waisted jean shorts with a bedazzled hem. She had her bleach blonde hair tied up in a messy pony tail and had feather earrings. Her gold bull ring dripped from something I didn't know. She showed me a very tipsy smile with a bottle of Grey Goose in her hand.